HOW ERNA AND ALBRECHT TALKED OF LIFE.
Not entirely had Albrecht and Erna lost the old fashion of reading and
of talking together, although after the coming of Count Stephen and yet
more after Herr von Zimmern had returned to the castle, so greatly was
the time taken up with the chase and with jocund sports and with
feasting, that there was little space in which to carry on the former
studies. One morning when the rain was beating against the castle
casements and the spirits of the storm were shrieking over the forest,
they sat together in a chamber, and talked of the things which now were
of chief interest to the husband.
"I cannot tell how it hath chanced," Albrecht said, "that we read so
little together now."
"In the long winter there will be time enough for that," Erna answered.
"Thou wouldst not have me like a clerk that cannot get his nose clear of
a book. In sooth, I might as well be a nun at once and done with it."
Her husband looked at her in troubled silence a moment.
"Meseemeth, sweetheart," he said wistfully, "that I have made thee like
to that which I was myself when first I came to thee out of the wood."
"And meseemeth, certes," she answered, with a faint touch of scorn in
her tone, "that I have made thee like to that which I was when thou
camest. I was but a dull brooder over pious scrolls, and not in the
least did I know what life meant."
"And what does life mean to thee now?" he asked.
"That thou needest not to ask, for of a surety thou knewest when thou
didst come to Rittenberg."
"But tell me, sweetheart."
"Life means delight; it is to be glad and jocund. To be sad and moping
is to be dead," Erna cried impulsively. "Life is the chase and the dance
and the feast; it is joy. Life is to-day, and not to-morrow; life is to
do, not to wait; it is to rejoice, not to mourn. Callest thou that life
which mews itself up in a cell like the dungeon of a felon, and flickers
out like a candle in the dark? I trow that that is not life; it is only
the poor, pale shadow of it."
"That is life as thou sayest," Albrecht returned, "that rejoices, and
that takes delight in the chase and the feast and the dance; but even
the beasts of the forest and the nixies and the kobolds can share all of
these things. Surely thou dost not count this the whole of life?"
"Not the whole; no. Yet it is all that one can be sure of finding
pleasure in; all that--"
"Nay," Albrecht interrupted softly; "since thou thyself hast taught me
that man has other within him than the sense of the beasts and the
wood-folk in the forest yonder, thou shalt not now belie thyself by
putting thy kind on a level with the brutes. It is to foster the spirit
which he alone of all living beings hath, that man should make his
cumber, rather than to feed upon the delights of the body."
"Beshrew me," cried Erna, "but thou talkest as if I had indeed taken
thee in hand to instruct thee as a master teacheth a pupil."
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